"Looking at Jieshi in the east, to see the vast ocean!"

"At first glance, I don't understand why. If you observe carefully, you can feel the grand atmosphere of the universe, which is very powerful! "

"It's God, this poem is simply amazing!"

Above the chaotic Jiangdong City campus, countless famous families in Jiangdong City have dull faces and blurred eyes.

Even Shi Zhengen and Zheng Xiaonan were trembling in their body and mind.

The grandeur of this poem is as vast as the sky.

The spirit of this poem is like a starry sky.

Once this poem is published, let alone Jiangdong City, I am afraid that only those who are truly masters of the literary world can surpass it in the entire 17 cities of Jiangjun Province.

"I lost. In this field of poetry, our Jiangdong City was completely defeated, and it was completely defeated!"

Under the city monument, Shi Zheng'en's eyes were empty and lost. He looked at the river not far away in front of him, and his brain buzzed.

A poem step by step.

Two hundred steps, two hundred poems were written.

And each song is above the seventh rating among the three thousand powerful people in Jiangdong City.

What literary talent is this? What background is it?

Especially this river flow, the colorful divine light of the beautiful article has also been derived, entering the second stage of the Son of Destiny?

"We can't wait any longer. We must eradicate the river immediately. Even if the entire Jiangdong City is criticized by thousands of people in Jiangjun Province, we will do whatever we want!"

Shi Zheng'en was filled with all his body and mind. Zheng Xiaonan, who was also shocked by his body and mind, had dark eyes, flashing with his fierce light that was repeatedly exposed, and he spit out a sentence from his teeth.

Jiang Liu wrote a poem step by step, writing two hundred astonishing poems.

More importantly.

He also derived the colorful divine light of beautiful articles.

This symbolizes that Jiang Liu's identity as the son of destiny has completely entered the second stage.

It also means that the fortune of the entire Jiangnan City will enter a prosperous state because the colorful divine light derived from the river flow.

If this son is not removed, there will be no peace in Jiangdong City.

If they had previously wanted to suppress Jiangliu with their knowledge, so that Jiangdong City could reach another level of literary status.

But now, with the release of these two hundred poems by Jiangliu, Jiangdong City no longer cared about any public opinion or pressure, and had to remove Jiangliu from it soon.

only.

Just as Shi Zhengen and Zheng Xiaonan were about to order Jiang Liu to be killed in one fell swoop...

Buzz ~

I saw that on the top of Jiang Liu's head, above the 198 golden light poems, Li Bai's poem looking at the waterfall in Mount Lu suddenly burst into rays of gorgeous golden light.

As soon as the golden light came out, three big rating words that flashed through the eye suddenly appeared.

Rating: Xuanwu rank!!!

boom!

With the emergence of this Xuanwu-grade Golden Light font, the market school that was originally in a riotous riot suddenly set off a series of shocking waves.

"Fifth grade Xuan!"

"Oh my God!"

"This poem actually reached the Xuanwu rating?"

In the huge Jiangdong City School, more than 200,000 saint cultivators gathered in the city, completely exploded with the emergence of the Xuanwu Grade Rating.

only.

What a pity.

After the rating of looking at the Lushan Waterfall appeared, dazzling golden lights rose above the poem of looking at the Lushan Waterfall.

As soon as these golden lights appeared, the rating words "Watching the Sea" also appeared immediately.

Rating: Xuan Qi!!!

Boom!

Blasted!

At this moment, the Jiangdong City School Market was completely exploded.

Hiss ~

More than 200,000 saint cultivators from Jiangdong City were all stupid at this moment without exception.

Their eyelids were pounding wildly, and their hearts were constantly sucking in the cold air. Their hearts seemed to be shocked and about to explode. Deep in their hearts, layers of terrifying fluctuations were stirred up!

"Xuan Qi! This Jiang Liu actually wrote a poem rating of Xuan Qi?"

"How is this possible?"

There were countless exclamations in the entire Jiangdong City campus!

Everyone in Jiangdong City looked at each other in a flash, looking at me, I looked at you, and then with a dazed and dull look, he looked at the river in the field, and then looked at the two hundred poems above the floating river in the head...

In an instant, a strong sense of intimidation and surrender began to spread wildly from the depths of their hearts, and then spread throughout every part and every cell in their bodies.

"This guy wrote a total of two hundred poems today, but he failed to exhaust his talents and even gave birth to the Xuanqi rating poem!"

"It's just a monster!"

Under the city monument, Shi Zhengen was stunned when he looked at the surging scene.

Xuan Qi rating!

What an out of reach this.

At least.

In their entire Jiangdong City, together with the two Jiangdong City owners and poets, they could not write such lyrics.

After today.

This famous name of Jiangliu is probably completely recorded in the history of Jiangnan City and Jiangdong City.

His amazing actions of writing two hundred steps and writing two hundred poems will surely shock the entire Jiangjun Province.

At this moment.

Whether it is the people present in Jiangdong City, the three thousand famous families in Jiangdong City, or the two supreme people in Jiangdong City, Shi Zhengen and Zheng Xiaonan.

In their eyes, Jiang Liu can no longer be described as human beings.

He is the god above the nine heavens!

He is a poetic poet from the divine world.

He is the master who is above all things in the world.

And the people in Jiangdong City are the ants he can crush at will.

"Now, the exercises of two hundred poems can be derived from me!"

In the stunning city campus, Jiang Liu stood in the center of the city campus, ignoring the shock of the crowd, suddenly looked up and shouted loudly.

As soon as the shout came out, the two hundred poems above his head buzzed and trembled, and golden light surged.

In an instant.

There is no cloud in the sky of Jiangdong City.

In the radius of ten miles, all within and outside were shrouded in the ten thousand lights of the two hundred poems of the river.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The golden light of two hundred poems condensed at the same time, and then, under the eyes of more than 200,000 holy cultivators in the entire Jiangdong City School, gathered into rows of fonts:

Copper level exercises!

Mantis legs!

Buzz ~

Copper level exercises!

Want to achieve success!

Buzz ~

Copper level exercises!

Wind and Cloud Palm!
To be continued...